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Oh please
You don’t wanna fuck with us
Oh Please
We the ones that you can’t trust
Oh Please
You better know that we been up
Oh please
Fuck y’all, we the ones that you run from

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FVCKEM, that’s the shit I rep till the sun done
Crush ‘em, turn ‘em into dust if they run up
Hunt ‘em, never let ‘em run, ima snuff em
Undone, that’ll be you fuckers when it’s summed up
Say you got bars but you punch ‘em
I spit it, one take, while you frontin
You fuckers act like you got something
But ima take it and I’ll turn it into nothin
Just a young lad with impeccable taste
I take you back to the days of the golden age
With Rakim, Nas, Tip, cold flows in lakes
But you bozos stay like a frozen wasteland
I hate that, everybody’s takin blank stabs
Aimin at who they know won’t aim back
Blaming Lil Pump for the state of today’s rap
But there’s no competition ‘tween the greatest, it’s way sad
Everybody friendly, don’t nobody got no enemies
And if it’s left to me then I’m assembling my weaponry
If you got the energy, then enter in my Embassy
We collecting heads and you get pennies if you helpin me
I just wanna feel spirit in the game like I seen between Jay and Nasir, it’s a shame
That nobody wanna play like it’s made to be played
It’s the fire in my belly that’ll set you all aflame

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We declare war on ‘em
The heat of battle get to rattlin’ your core on ‘em
An even match too much to ask, so the floor opens
Into the black and you left in the past, then I have to go soar on em
I’m over their heads, leave em more than dead
Heat scorch the lead, it’s a passion to score on ‘em
You’re the black sheep of the flow runners
You’re a fraction of the forefathers
Do you think that they’d be proud?
Hell nah, you lettin em down
I’m not even clownin the mumble crowd
I’m more astounded by the lyricists now
Where’s the Hellfire? Where’s the brimstone?
You all just sound tired, you lazy, it’s been known
I call the choir, they prayin for this flow
You think you’re crowned but I’m takin your thin throne

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